Her eyes were read

Her hair smooth paint

She is not your daughters mother


Light bends about strength

On burnt fibers to

Masquerade a charm


The gender tense and beauty care

Given a frame set in the air

Between some other legs


Will carry speechless joy

I believe and leave it there

And turn away a smile fair


The rust and chips I know so well

Brings the same wonder lust

At the passing Doppler bell


In need of tubes and bits

I spy the lay of cables and tape

Her graceful lines a perfect fit.


For someone else I say

And visit in hope to see

Her out the door today.


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